You hold out, for now, so Liz and Kayle play wi...
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 36
by
CrankoWanko
Just as you felt like you couldn't take any more pressure, Liz lifted herself into the air and sat down on the mat with a sigh, "Aaand 10! Whew, those were tiring! These babies make it feel like I was carrying another hundred pounds around!" Liz jostled her breasts lightly as she complained, causing you to wobble along with them.
Kayle grinned as she watched the faint outline of a man on Liz's top bouncing along with her gigantic tits, and encouraged her, "Don't worry, you did very well! Plus I bet they probably felt like a lot more than 100 pounds to Tim!" Liz giggled in agreement, and said, "Haha! You're probably right about that. I could, like, feel his little stiffy every time I did a pushup! I just hope he can control himself, since it feels to me like he's almost lost our little competition already."
Kayle raised an eyebrow an asked, "I have to ask... what's this 'bet' you keep mentioning?" Liz smirked and explained how she had challenged you by saying you couldn't hold out against her tits for more than her warmup routine. Of course, she had omitted the part where she didn't give you a chance to decline the bet, and made it sound like the bet was your idea in the first place. You desperately tried to correct her, but Liz just leaned forward ever so slightly, letting the weight of her breasts flatten you against her tubetop until you were unable to breath or speak. You groaned as the added weight sandwiched your cock between Liz's soft breasts again, but you couldn't move to relieve yourself.
Kayle laughed at Liz's explanation. She had heard Mira talking about you, and knew that you were too serious and dedicated to ever be the kind of person to do half the things Liz was saying, but then she eyed the quivering bulge in Liz's tube top that marked your helpless position, and decided was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. It's not every day Kayle got a new tiny co-worker to mess with, and besides, she could just deny that she had anything to do with this later. Kayle smiled and said, "Well, I WAS going to end your warmup with those pushups, but I think it sounds to me like our little friend needs just a biiiit more time to think about why he should never challenge such a beautiful girl to a tease-off, don't you think?" Liz grinned and bounced to her feet excitedly, "Hahah, yeah! So what did you have in mind for the little guy's final challenge?"
Kayle smirked and said, "How about some good old fashioned jogging?" Liz agrees, before following Kayle over to a row of expensive looking treadmills. Liz stepped onto one and said, "Okay, what to do I do?"
Kayle activated the treadmill, putting it on a very slow setting, and said, "Just keep up. This is a great way to ease into a gym session, and get the blood flowing!"
Liz started walking, which caused her gigantic breasts to begin swaying back and forth, rubbing across your body as they did so. Liz snickered and said, "Heehee, I think that's true for Tim as well! I can definitely feel the blood flowing through SOME part of him!" You could hear Liz's taunting and Kayle's laughter, but there wasn't anything you could do about it. Your arms were still splayed to your sides, crushed hopelessly between the front of Liz's breasts and her tight tube top. The way Liz had positioned you, you were basically forced to grope her breast with each hand, while your legs dangled between her cleavage and your body was smushed into her cleavage. As Liz started to walk, Kayle muttered, "Oh damnit... I need to go check in with my boss, but I'll be back soon! Just keep on strutting your stuff, and feel free to turn the speed up if you think the little guy needs an extra challenge!" before she headed off, leaving Liz alone with you once again.
Liz's slow, lazy walking meant you had plenty of time to be frustrated as your hard cock was pushed against one of Liz's breasts as it swayed to the side, and then the other breast as they swung back the other way. It hadn't been more than a few minutes before you were trembling with frustration. Every single one of Liz's footsteps put your through another burst of pressure and jiggling, which was impossible to ignore. You were holding back through sheer force of will, determined not to let this gigantic bimbo win her stupid, one-sided game.
Liz, sensing your anger, giggled as her breasts continued to smother you relentlessly, "Oh wow, Mr. Trainer! Is that, like, your dick that's so hard down there?" Liz shook her chest casually, sending another tremor through her breasts which bounced your cock against her flesh uncontrollably, "But I haven't even, like, started jogging yet! And it feels like you're already about to erupt!" Liz snickered, knowing her harassment was getting to you, since she could feel you wriggling in annoyance against her overbearing flesh every time she teased you. "If your little dick is that hard, you must just be aaaaching for release, huh Mr. Trainer?" You shouted out for Liz to quit playing her stupid games, but Liz ignored you.
Instead, Liz began examining the treadmill control panel, "Which button makes this stupid thing go faster..." She put a finger to her lips, making sure to speak loud enough for you to hear, said coyly, "Hmmm... I wonder what THIS button does?" There was a *beep* and then suddenly Liz lurched forwards, slamming her chest into the control panel. You were crushed against the redhead's enormous, cushiony breasts as they impacted the plastic panel, flattening your body to Liz's skin even more. You groaned in pain and frustration as Liz's breasts bounced to a stop from the impact, pummeling you as they did so. Liz stood up, but was so short that even after she did so, her breasts remained squashed against the control panel. Liz, "Oopsy! I guess I, like, hit the stop button by mistake or whatever... You know Mr. Trainer, you really should have more clear instructions for how to use these dumb things!" Liz looked down, hoping to scold you some more to make herself feel less stupid for having pressed the wrong button, when she saw what had happened to you. Her two huge breasts had flattened against the treadmill's dashboard, and pinned you beneath their hefty weight as a result. Liz could just barely see the bulge where you head was supposed to be, making a dent in the fabric of her tube top where her breasts met the dashboard, as her breasts continued to wobble in place from her movements. Liz started laughing, "Oh, how nice of you to catch my fall, Mr. Trainer! Such a gentleman!"
Liz's laughter shook her breasts, causing them to jiggle against either side of your cock, massaging its entire length with her mounds of flesh while you remained pinned against the plastic dashboard. Liz suddenly felt your rock hard cock poking into her cleavage, and began laughing harder, "Or were you just hoping to get some more face time with my big boobies, like the little pervert you are?" Liz teased. You shouted, "What the hell are you talking about!? YOU'RE the one who's so clumsy that you hit the wrong button and fell forwards, crushing me!" But Liz got bored of trying to determine what you were even saying halfway through, and instead squeezed her breasts together, sandwiching your body between them. "It sounds like someone is cranky that they're about to lose a certain bet!" Liz chided as she felt your cock trembling against the sides of her breasts. Having had her fun at your expense, Liz scanned the treadmill buttons before finding the right one, and pressed it. Liz began walking again, but this time stayed close to the control panel, leaving her breasts on top of the flat surface.
Now that her chest was resting on the treadmill dashboard, you had nowhere to go as her breasts bounced and jiggled on top of you. At least with the tube top, it could stretch, giving you some slack, but now Liz's movements just pummeled you directly against the unforgiving plastic. You groaned; Liz's smug attitude was making you furious, and yet it was so easy for her to keep you aroused. You could barely think straight when her breasts rubbed against you. Liz's footsteps caused her tits to bounce back and forth against the treadmill dashboard, massaging your cock vigorously with every impact. Liz, feeling your erection throbbing against her jiggling breasts, decided to gloat, "Like, I wonder what exercise I should have you help me with after I win? Maybe I could ask Kayle to help me pick out something that would be especially fun for me!" Her enormous tits continued to rise and fall against the dashboard, letting out an audible thump every time they impacted. You closed your eyes and tried to take your mind off what was happening, but it was no use. All you could think about was the two warm, perky, soft breasts bouncing against your erection over and over.
Liz began absentmindedly walking slightly faster, putting more of a bounce in her step, as she started excitedly thinking about how she was going to torture you after winning the bet she had forced you into, "Maybe you could help me keep my tight little shorts from getting wedged between my big beautiful cheeks! Think that would be something you could handle, Mr. Trainer?" Liz looked down and smirked when she couldn't see a trace of your existence, since her breasts eclipsed you completely, though she could feel you being hammered by her heaving breasts over and over. "I think that would be a very fitting job for you, Mr. Trainer! Plus I bet you're just dying to get some more time with my big, gorgeous ass, huh?" You tried to shout that you really just wanted to get back to work, but it was useless. Every other word was silenced as your face was continuously smashed between Liz's tits, and you could barely concentrate anymore, with your cock having been teased and tortured for so long.
Kayle grinned as she watched the faint outline of a man on Liz's top bouncing along with her gigantic tits, and encouraged her, "Don't worry, you did very well! Plus I bet they probably felt like a lot more than 100 pounds to Tim!" Liz giggled in agreement, and said, "Haha! You're probably right about that. I could, like, feel his little stiffy every time I did a pushup! I just hope he can control himself, since it feels to me like he's almost lost our little competition already."
Kayle raised an eyebrow an asked, "I have to ask... what's this 'bet' you keep mentioning?" Liz smirked and explained how she had challenged you by saying you couldn't hold out against her tits for more than her warmup routine. Of course, she had omitted the part where she didn't give you a chance to decline the bet, and made it sound like the bet was your idea in the first place. You desperately tried to correct her, but Liz just leaned forward ever so slightly, letting the weight of her breasts flatten you against her tubetop until you were unable to breath or speak. You groaned as the added weight sandwiched your cock between Liz's soft breasts again, but you couldn't move to relieve yourself.
Kayle laughed at Liz's explanation. She had heard Mira talking about you, and knew that you were too serious and dedicated to ever be the kind of person to do half the things Liz was saying, but then she eyed the quivering bulge in Liz's tube top that marked your helpless position, and decided was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. It's not every day Kayle got a new tiny co-worker to mess with, and besides, she could just deny that she had anything to do with this later. Kayle smiled and said, "Well, I WAS going to end your warmup with those pushups, but I think it sounds to me like our little friend needs just a biiiit more time to think about why he should never challenge such a beautiful girl to a tease-off, don't you think?" Liz grinned and bounced to her feet excitedly, "Hahah, yeah! So what did you have in mind for the little guy's final challenge?"
Kayle smirked and said, "How about some good old fashioned jogging?" Liz agrees, before following Kayle over to a row of expensive looking treadmills. Liz stepped onto one and said, "Okay, what to do I do?"
Kayle activated the treadmill, putting it on a very slow setting, and said, "Just keep up. This is a great way to ease into a gym session, and get the blood flowing!"
Liz started walking, which caused her gigantic breasts to begin swaying back and forth, rubbing across your body as they did so. Liz snickered and said, "Heehee, I think that's true for Tim as well! I can definitely feel the blood flowing through SOME part of him!" You could hear Liz's taunting and Kayle's laughter, but there wasn't anything you could do about it. Your arms were still splayed to your sides, crushed hopelessly between the front of Liz's breasts and her tight tube top. The way Liz had positioned you, you were basically forced to grope her breast with each hand, while your legs dangled between her cleavage and your body was smushed into her cleavage. As Liz started to walk, Kayle muttered, "Oh damnit... I need to go check in with my boss, but I'll be back soon! Just keep on strutting your stuff, and feel free to turn the speed up if you think the little guy needs an extra challenge!" before she headed off, leaving Liz alone with you once again.
Liz's slow, lazy walking meant you had plenty of time to be frustrated as your hard cock was pushed against one of Liz's breasts as it swayed to the side, and then the other breast as they swung back the other way. It hadn't been more than a few minutes before you were trembling with frustration. Every single one of Liz's footsteps put your through another burst of pressure and jiggling, which was impossible to ignore. You were holding back through sheer force of will, determined not to let this gigantic bimbo win her stupid, one-sided game.
Liz, sensing your anger, giggled as her breasts continued to smother you relentlessly, "Oh wow, Mr. Trainer! Is that, like, your dick that's so hard down there?" Liz shook her chest casually, sending another tremor through her breasts which bounced your cock against her flesh uncontrollably, "But I haven't even, like, started jogging yet! And it feels like you're already about to erupt!" Liz snickered, knowing her harassment was getting to you, since she could feel you wriggling in annoyance against her overbearing flesh every time she teased you. "If your little dick is that hard, you must just be aaaaching for release, huh Mr. Trainer?" You shouted out for Liz to quit playing her stupid games, but Liz ignored you.
Instead, Liz began examining the treadmill control panel, "Which button makes this stupid thing go faster..." She put a finger to her lips, making sure to speak loud enough for you to hear, said coyly, "Hmmm... I wonder what THIS button does?" There was a *beep* and then suddenly Liz lurched forwards, slamming her chest into the control panel. You were crushed against the redhead's enormous, cushiony breasts as they impacted the plastic panel, flattening your body to Liz's skin even more. You groaned in pain and frustration as Liz's breasts bounced to a stop from the impact, pummeling you as they did so. Liz stood up, but was so short that even after she did so, her breasts remained squashed against the control panel. Liz, "Oopsy! I guess I, like, hit the stop button by mistake or whatever... You know Mr. Trainer, you really should have more clear instructions for how to use these dumb things!" Liz looked down, hoping to scold you some more to make herself feel less stupid for having pressed the wrong button, when she saw what had happened to you. Her two huge breasts had flattened against the treadmill's dashboard, and pinned you beneath their hefty weight as a result. Liz could just barely see the bulge where you head was supposed to be, making a dent in the fabric of her tube top where her breasts met the dashboard, as her breasts continued to wobble in place from her movements. Liz started laughing, "Oh, how nice of you to catch my fall, Mr. Trainer! Such a gentleman!"
Liz's laughter shook her breasts, causing them to jiggle against either side of your cock, massaging its entire length with her mounds of flesh while you remained pinned against the plastic dashboard. Liz suddenly felt your rock hard cock poking into her cleavage, and began laughing harder, "Or were you just hoping to get some more face time with my big boobies, like the little pervert you are?" Liz teased. You shouted, "What the hell are you talking about!? YOU'RE the one who's so clumsy that you hit the wrong button and fell forwards, crushing me!" But Liz got bored of trying to determine what you were even saying halfway through, and instead squeezed her breasts together, sandwiching your body between them. "It sounds like someone is cranky that they're about to lose a certain bet!" Liz chided as she felt your cock trembling against the sides of her breasts. Having had her fun at your expense, Liz scanned the treadmill buttons before finding the right one, and pressed it. Liz began walking again, but this time stayed close to the control panel, leaving her breasts on top of the flat surface.
Now that her chest was resting on the treadmill dashboard, you had nowhere to go as her breasts bounced and jiggled on top of you. At least with the tube top, it could stretch, giving you some slack, but now Liz's movements just pummeled you directly against the unforgiving plastic. You groaned; Liz's smug attitude was making you furious, and yet it was so easy for her to keep you aroused. You could barely think straight when her breasts rubbed against you. Liz's footsteps caused her tits to bounce back and forth against the treadmill dashboard, massaging your cock vigorously with every impact. Liz, feeling your erection throbbing against her jiggling breasts, decided to gloat, "Like, I wonder what exercise I should have you help me with after I win? Maybe I could ask Kayle to help me pick out something that would be especially fun for me!" Her enormous tits continued to rise and fall against the dashboard, letting out an audible thump every time they impacted. You closed your eyes and tried to take your mind off what was happening, but it was no use. All you could think about was the two warm, perky, soft breasts bouncing against your erection over and over.
Liz began absentmindedly walking slightly faster, putting more of a bounce in her step, as she started excitedly thinking about how she was going to torture you after winning the bet she had forced you into, "Maybe you could help me keep my tight little shorts from getting wedged between my big beautiful cheeks! Think that would be something you could handle, Mr. Trainer?" Liz looked down and smirked when she couldn't see a trace of your existence, since her breasts eclipsed you completely, though she could feel you being hammered by her heaving breasts over and over. "I think that would be a very fitting job for you, Mr. Trainer! Plus I bet you're just dying to get some more time with my big, gorgeous ass, huh?" You tried to shout that you really just wanted to get back to work, but it was useless. Every other word was silenced as your face was continuously smashed between Liz's tits, and you could barely concentrate anymore, with your cock having been teased and tortured for so long.
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